Chapter 21
The sterile, clinical scent of the hospital always felt like a bucket of cold water to Serenity’s system. It was a stark departure from the smell of expensive scotch, mahogany, and the cloying, heavy perfumes of the Sterling gala. Here, there was no pretense. There was only the rhythmic hum of monitors and the quiet, desperate hope of people with everything to lose.
Serenity smoothed out her simple cotton dress, took a breath, and pushed open the door to her father’s hospital room. “Dad?” she called, her voice softening instantly. The fire that had burned in her eyes when she was shredding Evan’s contract and slamming the door on Leo was nowhere to be found. Her eyes only held a soft warmth for her father.
Calloway looked smaller than he had two days ago. The hospital gown se
